How can a brother like Mix get played on?
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Used to get my fade on, now I'm sprayin Raid on
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Tryin to keep my game buck proof
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Salt-N-Pepa said +Shoop+, now my girl done cut loose
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One down, too many more to go
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But when did my game slip, bro?
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Cause I can't stand when a man reads my game plan
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Took my number, two girl, then ran
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Uhhh, now she got a brother named Dexter
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In a drop-top, rollin down Gessler
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But I'm the biggest mack in this town
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Lose one girl and muthafuckas wanna trip now
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Feel me, cause I'm about to get real, see
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Mad suckas wanna get 'em up wit me
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Get back, cause I bought me a big gat
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Now I got him on flat back
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Back to the brother named Dexter
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Feelin kinda proud I betcha, but I won't let cha
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Brag to the suckas in the hood though
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When you's a black man lookin like Fabio
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So when my girl comes back
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Tryin to get nasty n' make Dr. Richard get fat
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Get me sprung, you wish you could
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Now Mix gotta get wit Dexter's goods
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[Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk]
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Don't funk with my fonk
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[Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk]
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That's a no-no, partner
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[Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk]
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Mmm-hm
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[Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk]
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Mista Dexter is kinda feelin like a hero
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Watch Mix-a-Lot put him on zero
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Hit the streets in my Benz
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I'm lookin for Dexter's girlfriend
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If he got mine, I'm about to get his
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Cause that's the way it is in the mack biz
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Dexter's girl said she was his wife
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So now I gotta hit him with the mack knife
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So I pulled up (uhh!) tough, to get my mack on
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Baby girl tryin to show a little back bone
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But it's all good when she's seen
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That white 500 sittin in the front
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And get dressed, c'mon we gotta head west
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You can tell Mix what you wanna do next
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She said roll on down to the Edgewater Inn
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Aw, Mix done done it again
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A gut check, operatin on the suspect
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The object to make a girl's sex flex
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Baby starts to squiggle n' squirm
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And watch out baby, cause it's my turn
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Now I'm takin baby back home
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The rendezvous is straight ON
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Cause this is the game that I'm playin
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Now Dexter's bout to start sayin ...
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[Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk]
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Don't funk with my fonk
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[Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk]
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I done told ya, boy
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[Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk]
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Gotta watch it, Dexter!
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[Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk]
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Now I'm feelin like a champ, bumpin my amps
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Rollin wit a pocket full o' green stamps
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Picked up the cellular, callin my main thang
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But the phone just rang
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Uh oh! Paranoia got me trippin
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Am I slippin or is another brother spittin?
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Backtrackin my game, I remember one loose end
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Everybody's seen my Benz
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Damn, now I'm pullin on my goatee
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Jealousy'll make my enemies snitch, see
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Too many mack rhymes, too many mack lines
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Now it seems I'm about to get mine
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Walk into the crib-ah
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Check in like Virgil Tibbs-ah
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Lookin up under the bed fah evidence of Dexter
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Wonderin, wonderin if ...
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[Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk]
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Don't funk with my fonk
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[Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk]
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I done told ya, boy
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[Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk]
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It's a step, partner
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[Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk]
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Now walk it on down
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Sleepin Wit My Fonk
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| Sir Mix-A-Lot |
